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I never knew daylight could be so violent [OPEN]
Who| Marius, Nepeta, Lindsey, Ian, and OPEN!
What| YOU get free food, and YOU get free food, EVERYONE gets free food! Encounter options available under the cut.
Where| Arena 2
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| Hunting, thoughts on suicide, Pontmercying
➳ Hunting for elk!
Even Marius cannot remain oblivious with the sky's abrupt changes from dark to light, and for the first few hours he attempts to make a rough estimate of the length of daytime and nighttime. Around two to three hours each, perhaps? It's not exactly the most precise, he is aware, but it is enough for him to devise his plans around it.
That is to say, if he had any plans.
He forces himself to swallow, mouth and throat dry as he trudges through the desert heat, lips chapping and Romeo costume that is now caked in dried mud sticking to his skin. He's not quite planned lasting this long in the arena, and he's honestly confused and more than a little lost. What is he to do now?
A low bark that lasts for several seconds echoes throughout the area then, almost seemingly in response to his thoughts. He crouches low, crossbow in hand, and peers from his slightly elevated spot of land to find a lone elk trotting slowly across the sand. It comes to a stop, ears twitching, then bows its head to graze on a tuft of browning ricegrass.
There's a brief moment wherein Marius considers simply leaving the elk to be. Why would he harm it when he has no need for its meat, when he intends to die? But then he remembers the other people in the Arena, and maybe it's his own little rebellion against the Capitol's games but he refuses to play their killing game. Instead of destroying them, will help his fellow Tributes survive. His father would have done the same, he thinks. Cosette may have wanted it of him.
So he raises his crossbow and takes aim for the elk's lungs, brow furrowed in concentration and eyes narrowed to slits.
➳ Getting a sponsor bag
The cold penetrates to his very bones and Marius huddles involuntarily against his sleeping bag as a shiver wracks his body. He shifts a little, intending to crawl into the bag, but a moment of hopelessness and depression strikes him suddenly then, and all he manages to do is to stare at it blankly.
What is the point to all this struggle? He could simply allow the cold to take him. He will merely return to the Capitol anyway, if he dies. Or perhaps another Arena? He hasn't the faintest idea of what's running through the Gamemakers's minds. Perhaps he doesn't care. He just wants this to end, right here and now. To die so that he could at least glimpse again the face of his beloved Cosette in the moment between the last traces of consciousness and temporary death. To look into her eyes and feel her hand against his cheek before darkness consumes him.
He does not even notice the descending bag until it's right before him, and he blinks and raises his hands for it to land on. He unwraps it to find some water bottles, enough to last him for two days. His head tilts slightly as an almost quizzical look crosses his face, as if he doesn't really know what to do with it.
Perhaps he could pass it on to someone who needs it more, should he encounter them.
What| YOU get free food, and YOU get free food, EVERYONE gets free food! Encounter options available under the cut.
Where| Arena 2
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| Hunting, thoughts on suicide, Pontmercying
➳ Hunting for elk!
Even Marius cannot remain oblivious with the sky's abrupt changes from dark to light, and for the first few hours he attempts to make a rough estimate of the length of daytime and nighttime. Around two to three hours each, perhaps? It's not exactly the most precise, he is aware, but it is enough for him to devise his plans around it.
That is to say, if he had any plans.
He forces himself to swallow, mouth and throat dry as he trudges through the desert heat, lips chapping and Romeo costume that is now caked in dried mud sticking to his skin. He's not quite planned lasting this long in the arena, and he's honestly confused and more than a little lost. What is he to do now?
A low bark that lasts for several seconds echoes throughout the area then, almost seemingly in response to his thoughts. He crouches low, crossbow in hand, and peers from his slightly elevated spot of land to find a lone elk trotting slowly across the sand. It comes to a stop, ears twitching, then bows its head to graze on a tuft of browning ricegrass.
There's a brief moment wherein Marius considers simply leaving the elk to be. Why would he harm it when he has no need for its meat, when he intends to die? But then he remembers the other people in the Arena, and maybe it's his own little rebellion against the Capitol's games but he refuses to play their killing game. Instead of destroying them, will help his fellow Tributes survive. His father would have done the same, he thinks. Cosette may have wanted it of him.
So he raises his crossbow and takes aim for the elk's lungs, brow furrowed in concentration and eyes narrowed to slits.
➳ Getting a sponsor bag
The cold penetrates to his very bones and Marius huddles involuntarily against his sleeping bag as a shiver wracks his body. He shifts a little, intending to crawl into the bag, but a moment of hopelessness and depression strikes him suddenly then, and all he manages to do is to stare at it blankly.
What is the point to all this struggle? He could simply allow the cold to take him. He will merely return to the Capitol anyway, if he dies. Or perhaps another Arena? He hasn't the faintest idea of what's running through the Gamemakers's minds. Perhaps he doesn't care. He just wants this to end, right here and now. To die so that he could at least glimpse again the face of his beloved Cosette in the moment between the last traces of consciousness and temporary death. To look into her eyes and feel her hand against his cheek before darkness consumes him.
He does not even notice the descending bag until it's right before him, and he blinks and raises his hands for it to land on. He unwraps it to find some water bottles, enough to last him for two days. His head tilts slightly as an almost quizzical look crosses his face, as if he doesn't really know what to do with it.
Perhaps he could pass it on to someone who needs it more, should he encounter them.
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As he paused to wipe the sweat off his brow, again completely oblivious to the sigh of relief from his companion, he said, in a tone that sounded like he had just remembered it, "I have some materials to start a fire that I have yet to use."
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"Do you have anything to burn too?" They would need that if they wanted to build a fire, and animal skin, while ignitable, didn't exactly work as efficient fuel. He looked around for anything they could use and it seemed like there might be a copse of something in the distance. Too far to tell though.
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He shook his head at the response, and then followed the other man's line of sight, and squinted as he spotted the... thing on the ground. He certainly hoped it was not a human corpse.
And when he glanced back at the man there was the slightest hint of guilt in his eyes now, as a result of feeling rather useless, aside from the part where he actually managed to kill the elk without blotching it. "Would you want me to fetch it?"
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"Go on, I'm not going to steal the thing while you go investigate." He made a face as his bloody hands dug out more elk entrails. He was soaked in blood up to his elbows.
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He said that in earnest as he stood up, crossbow in one hand in case he encountered any potential threats on his way. The blood on Lindsay's arms caught his attention for a brief moment and he forced his eyes away; now was not the time to be reminded of the barricades. (Likely there will be no proper time.)
He trudged towards the object and, once he arrived at its location, noted that it was a carcass of some form of small animal, slightly rotting but still enough, he supposed, for fuel. He grunted as he took hold of one of its legs and dragged it back, before he spotted from the corner of his eye a patch of drying sagebrush. He set the carcass back on the ground as he walked towards it and gathered as much as he could in his other hand, then returned to the carcass and hauled it the rest of the way back.
"Here." He was slightly panting as he dropped the fuel and tinder a few feet nearby, and wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his arm as he glanced at the elk to see whether there was anything else to do to clean it.
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"Great, that looks good. You get that burning and... we can start grilling some of these strips on them."
It may be noticed then that Lindsey had skinned the animal of a large piece of fur and used it as a grotesque blanket of sorts, fur side down, to set down stripped pieces of meat off the sand. He continued sawing at the carcass of the hacked up animal.